A chance encounter in her youth left her instantly captivated by the boy with a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. There was no warning and no preparation. She simply realized that she had fallen hopelessly in love with him, unable to let go, yet forced to bury her feelings deep in her heart. When she cried out, “I like you! I love you!” he answered coldly, “I’m sorry. Love isn’t something you say.” Others called him heartless, but she insisted he was devoted. She gathered her courage and got together with him, only for him to leave without a word. Just when she had finally decided to give up on him, he suddenly appeared and gave her the greatest warmth. He said, “I’m sorry. We were too young back then,” and promised, “I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.” Since we’ve loved each other for so long, we belong together.
